Luyện nghe bài hát Deep in the Jungle

(Gift of Gab)
And I like this

(scratched)
I've got a few things I say

(Gift of Gab)
I'm gunnin', ya runnin away, do not
'cause the of the gift will be hittin' ya spliff
And a lot of the crews got sprayed and yelled
a couple of roaches, as struggle approaches,
a brother'll blow
Another jam, I smother the ?grossagran?
I above the land of lame emcees that dont blow
I'm poppin' the and then bo bo with the gun
And a once in a munch chest, rest in
And I ?bellow you to beast? I abolish emcees with like these
Run over enemies and I in the west
Dark hemisphere, wit a fear is nothin but a mere setback
when I'm here,
earn wit a clear in the middle of the jet black
I'm a dog, through the jungle
wit a and black hat choppin down ?noonsies?
Not a frog, yet I'm humble
gotta do the jewels tack talkin clowns
Tip me, I'ma knock 'em all around, a front
With a fat swinging on a vine in the homeland
I'ma tack 'em in the little punks when the rap bump
Springin on the I bowl man
Gifted when I'm lifted off a hit,
reminisce shit, with dipshits
This shit is the style of the gifted,
I'm a whiz kid, get a kid
down low, breakin' down flows
with a new flow medley outgrow you step back
To the black a fat rap with a fat sack
with a little bit a funk in my
it back to the brother land
and I was smotherin' stupid idiots Tarzan
Givin' back to the man and get another land,
man gimme it, its
How and tight wishin' into the depths
up in the sound in the of the jungle
Gettin' with the art of the rumble,
never to be smarter than Dumbo
Make 'em mumble, 'em humble,
Get me round the start, you will crumble,
and you tumble, and you
And I do it like
From the end to the end never gonna end,
set a trend with the maniac mic
Hey by the ba?, said you keep your day job
my competitors never the right touch
to bail through the backstreets, raisin' hell to a black beat
Rappers fail to attack me, like a sail with the g
I 'em like acne, exactly UGH

(spoken)
Mindless cretins grow through
Peels up, up, down

(Lateef)
Steppin' up through the deep, dank
No telling is lurking
I hero it, but I sense a jerkin
I proceed to bust a
I trust the finer design in the mind of the rhyme
Just about impossible to
What a disgrace to the of wack mc's
I am because I to stand my ground
and blowin' the rhythm the vermin and learnin'
All I know is earned every entry attained
And the game, and what I'm tryin' to explain is that
The deeper creepin' the more we find sleepin'
And slippin' just dead lips on a mission
Its the reason the gift we've been given the rhythm
'cause that just the way been livin
And thrive in the essence, survive and its
To recognize when analyzing bo?
Surprises the lame in line and tryin'
To get you to buy their fantasy world
Can it be damaged the ?emina?
of the fellas and men thats exploting my
Can't understand every breast that you
was as up scun? be one hung motherfucker
Such as nowadays, its fallin' and splinterin', just timber, of
Gettin out of my way, and what I'm -- to say is that
The canopy covers me now is the blackest, attack this
I thought we established the wackness
Presented in the cemented
by the bumblin' brothers stumblin' tumblin'
me in a cannibalistic style, but I just smile and
Silence 'em the lambs, they all the whole flock
We just one magic stock
I'm gettin' 'em off like crack viles, and the whole fuckin while
Not trippin over no vines, or no swine, or over no mines
Or no line at the plot
Thinkin' of whippin' 'em like a in the jungle

(spoken)
Now in the of the journey
Not in time, but in the
the camels being loaded up
The men, loading up
a long journey -- the oasis is all in the clamor
As we start from the top we go to the bottom
Of a myserious -- a very mysterious place
What's that I see?

(Lyrics Born)
I can't even describe you, so I ain't even try...hmmmm
Making hell of mc Asia is now this I dont but you knew
You knew Lyrics Born was a off note sheet of a hundred
And you scrape the paint off bumpers making sure you beat the buzzer
Making sure Lyrics came out his mother's stomach
covered with the lyrics kill
No bumper, right? mo'fucka
I know you can make colors
And the whole goddamn planet yellin uncle at you and even
Still take the big up little ?egg?, can you imagine?
Big up Asia Born, this little
Or that you even be lightly concerned with little, little words
That you tug at the line, pullin' the kind
Of lyrics out my mouth that make me big bad don, takin' legs home
You can't even back a sliver roach, you
That type shit, and then watch me this stage
Boy like I got your daddy's style hangin' my waist
And then watch me -- the way
Good lyrics taste, thinkin' I just ain't rabbit eyes in your heart
Man, 'cause if I it was just
Lyrics that made lyrics born, lyrics born
And then suddenly I can't do no more, I'd be
"Do you me?" No, Asia
And you used to play my on the way to the vapor